This was written when I was moving out of my childhood home. Perhaps jsut the bareness of my feelings about it have prevented me from making any changes, so the rythym is off, but I'm keeping it that way. Written March 3 2004

A
month and two daysbefore we part our seperate waysbefore I
leave all I've ever knownbefore I leave my only homebefore we
all say goodbyebefore I wish that all would diebefore I hope
for impossible thingsbefore we realize nobody winsbefore I
move awayA month and two days

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